Chapter 35: It Seems Our Food Has Run Away

"Mmm~~ Not bad!"

Inside the office, Liu Ruyan took a sip of tea, feeling quite satisfied. She felt even more certain that promoting Lin Mo to secretary was the right move.

The only downside was the short duration; he would be leaving in just a couple of days.

Lin Mo, however, didn't mind. Work was work, no matter where he did it. Besides, in Liu Ruyan's office, he didn't actually have to work. He didn't even have to clean; he just had to sit there. At most, he would brew some tea or pour some water—it was effortless.

"By the way, what happened to your former secretary?" Yuan Meng asked, setting down her cup.

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan shook her head with a smile. "I promote Xiao Mo to secretary, and you immediately ask if something is wrong or right. Can't you imagine the relationship between the former secretary and Yang Chuan?

That so-called secretary was just a front; the two of them were intimately involved. Now that Yang Chuan is gone, there was no way that secretary could stay.

As for my actual secretary, they'll be here in a couple of days. I'm just having Xiao Mo fill in for now.

Think of it as giving him a two-day vacation. Sitting in front of a computer all day isn't nearly as comfortable as being in my office. He can play games or do whatever he wants. Since Xiao Mo is leaving anyway, I might as well let him enjoy himself!"

To Liu Ruyan, whether Lin Mo actually worked or not wasn't important. If it weren't for the fact that he was returning to school, she would have let him stay as her secretary indefinitely; she mainly just appreciated his tea-brewing skills.

"You want him to fill in? How?"

Yuan Meng's brain seemed to have a filter; Liu Ruyan had rambled on, but she only caught that one sentence.

Liu Ruyan:...

"President Liu, what about my work..." Lin Mo asked from the side. It wasn't that he wanted to work, but he needed to send today's tasks to the team leaders by tonight.

"Don't we have Dong Dawei for that? Let him do it. Some people in the company say he's only good at flattery. If he's really that useless, he won't last many days either," Liu Ruyan said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Yuan Meng expressed her dissatisfaction. "What? You're actually keeping that Fatty Dong around? He's a petty man. Why not just fire him?"

"Nonsense. I've already taken down two department managers today. If I took them all down, you'd be doing their jobs for them.

Although Dong Dawei isn't a great person, every company needs someone like him when necessary. He's somewhat useful. I'll deal with him after I've stabilized the company."

Liu Ruyan's words were quite clear. It was indeed the case: aside from small workshops run by a few people, as soon as a company grows in size, internal conflicts inevitably arise.

She wasn't sure about Dong Dawei's actual work ability yet, but she had seen that he was a master of flattery and knew how to bend to authority. Such people serve a significant purpose in certain situations.

Most importantly, sometimes a company needs a "villain," and she couldn't be that person herself.

At the very least, he could be thrown under the bus to appease public anger. He certainly wasn't useless, because a useless person could never reach a managerial position.

In fact, Dong Dawei understood this himself. That was why, when Liu Ruyan told him to replace Lin Mo and take over the tasks usually done by interns, he came without a second word. Most people in his position would have felt humiliated and submitted a resignation, but he didn't.

In terms of workplace experience, Yuan Meng and Lin Mo were far behind Dong Dawei.

As long as Liu Ruyan didn't explicitly strip him of his managerial title, everything else was a minor issue.

"Tch~ Cold-blooded. Truly worthy of being Liu Ruyan," Yuan Meng muttered. She understood the implication. Although she disliked Fatty Dong, she knew Liu Ruyan had a point.

Besides, this wasn't her company. She was just here to find a place to settle down, enjoy some leisure, and find something to do to stave off boredom.

"In that case, I'm moving into your office too. This sofa is comfortable, and I can play games with the little black dog."

Seeing that Lin Mo had been transferred here, Yuan Meng felt tempted. She hadn't come here before because she wasn't close to Yang Chuan, but now those restrictions were gone. After all, slacking off in front of the boss was the ultimate luxury.

While the three of them were happily drinking tea in the office, things were quite lively outside. In just one afternoon, everyone in the company knew that the managers of the Logistics and Finance departments had been fired, and someone had already come to take over their work.

Some said the new President Liu had sent the former General Manager Yang Chuan to jail; others said Yang Chuan's affair with the secretary had been reported, leading to his dismissal. There were various versions of the story.

There was also the rumor that Dong Dawei, the manager, had been demoted to a regular employee, allegedly because he had offended Yuan Meng from the Sales Department.

According to "reliable sources," Yuan Meng was a relative of the new President Liu. The rumors were incredibly detailed. Most importantly, someone had gone to check and found Dong Dawei indeed working at an employee's workstation, which brought great satisfaction to many employees who had previously been mistreated by him.

As for where the accurate news came from, it was naturally spread by the "human news ticker" Zhang Wei. Since he was an eyewitness to the whole thing, the news spread like wildfire.

At 5:00 PM, it was time to clock out. The office sofa was indeed comfortable; Lin Mo felt a bit groggy, and Yuan Meng even fell fast asleep, even snoring a little.

After calling Zhang Wei, the three of them went straight to an internet cafe for a three-player session. In Yuan Meng's words, the little black dog's time was running out, so they should play as much as possible while they could, lest they couldn't find a third player in the future.

Naturally, the two of them learned from Zhang Wei about all the jokes Dong Dawei had become during his afternoon of work. It had been a long time since he had done manual labor. One team leader, who disliked him, even intentionally assigned him difficult tasks to let him experience the hardships of a common worker.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Meng slapped her thigh in regret. If she had known, she wouldn't have stayed in the office; there was so much entertainment outside!

At 11:00 PM, the three of them stood by a fried rice stall in front of the internet cafe, blaming each other.

"Did you two have diarrhea today? Why were you constantly dragging us down when we were trying to rank up?" Yuan Meng snapped.

Hearing this, Zhang Wei and Lin Mo didn't want to say a word. They knew exactly who was dragging whom down.

"Especially you, Zhang Wei! You were swinging that stick around like a madman. I told you, swinging it wasn't the problem, but you can't just swing it randomly!"

Zhang Wei: "Huh?"

"Uh, I mean you can't swing it aimlessly; you have to follow my rhythm!" Yuan Meng quickly corrected herself.

There was no helping it. Considering that Yuan Meng had paid for the internet, the cold drinks, and now the late-night snack, Zhang Wei decided to endure it.

Just as Yuan Meng was still lecturing Zhang Wei, a commotion broke out nearby, and a group of street vendors pushing food carts collectively began to flee.

"Sister Yuan, Sister Yuan!" Lin Mo shouted urgently.

"What! Was he talking about you?"

"No, I mean, our food is running away!" Lin Mo said helplessly.

Yuan Meng froze. *What about my massive portion of fried rice and rice noodles?* Looking closely, she realized the urban management officers had arrived.

The three of them:...

Immediately after, a "Great Ancestor of Bright Moon" appeared on the street, chasing after the food carts.

(End of Chapter)